![]() The Wrong Rose To Be MarryingA Poem by B-poet
I don’t why I chose to love her Even though her allure Attracted me to her sweet smelling deceit As concrete as her first impression was with me Gravity held down my expectations As I held you in front of me We were eye to eye Your caress was as soft as a fresh yellow tulip You were the color to my canvass At last you were pure enough To be a catalyst for a cherished experience Of what my heart had wished for I hope you will be willing to endure The trials and tribulations Of all the future exposures my life has in store for you Yet our adventure to together Will not remain after the sun rise has imposed my free will To resist to exist with you as a valued enterprise Will now become a thrill for the ages The vague pages pertaining to the new chapters Of our so called courtship Will not become an oscar award winning script I will never have to tell a lie To build up the privacy fence needed to protect me From your evil eye that you imposed on me Which released your sweet smelling love sick toxins As we lived our lives daily and relatively close together We lied beneath the presence of your sweet lips and velvet touch Will always remain a temptation at it’s best When the sun sets I’m having no regrets As to why We were once man and wife You were the poison to my ivy That’s why I had to cut you out of my life © 2012 B-poetReviews
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Added on July 25, 2012Last Updated on September 7, 2012 Author![]() B-poetIndianapolis, INAboutFreelance Writer/Poet (For those who truly love and treasure my art Check out my latest publication on the link under my profile name**) Thanks for stopping by and pen on. :) more..Writing
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